The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The train from the coast was always late, a heavy, rusted thing that groaned against the iron tracks like a man waking from a fever. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my back pressed against the cold window, watching the grey fields of the Midlands blur past in a smear of mud and dead leaves. In my lap, resting on my knee, was the leather-bound book. It was not a large thing, no bigger than...

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